Sarah and Robin's first night at home was an eye-opener for me. We'd eaten together and Sarah had washed the pots, we'd gone through the wedding photographs and the holiday photographs and then Sarah had said that she wanted to watch a program on the TV that she knew that I didn't like so she and Robin went up to their room to watch TV. Well, they didn't actually watch TV, even in the living room I could hear them start to fuck at eight o'clock in the evening. I went to bed at eleven o'clock and they were still at it.

I'd never seen sex as anything more than a biological process, something to get out of the way as quickly as possible, so finding out that sex could last for three hours...four hours, even five hours before I finally managed to get to sleep with the sound of sex still pounding away in the room across the hall from me shocked me a little.

I woke to the smell of bacon cooking; I never got any cooking smells in my bedroom from our kitchen so it must have been Sarah or Robin cooking in their apartment. It was seven o'clock in the morning so I dragged myself out of bed and started cooking my own breakfast. Johnny came down, it was very early for him. he hadn't heard anything of our daughter's sexual Olympics but the smell of bacon cooking upstairs had woke him up.

"I don't like the smell of cooking upstairs in the morning."

"No, I'm going to talk to your father, he needs to put in an extractor fan and some soundproofing."

"Why do we need more soundproofing?"

If I'd told Johnny that I'd listened to Sarah and Robin fucking for close to five hours he would have been very unimpressed, "Their TV, I could hear it in my bedroom." I lied.

Robin almost ran through the kitchen, he was holding a bacon and sausage sandwich in one hand and his car keys in the other, we got a "Good morning..." and an, "...I'm going to be late for work on my first day back!"

Johnny returned Robin's greeting and said, "You're family now Robin, my father told you that you didn't need to rush back to work."

Sarah did pop her head into the kitchen a few minutes after Robin left for work, she was only wearing her nighty, nothing under it, fortunately Johnny had gone back to his bedroom to get showered and dressed, "Your father wouldn't have been pleased to see you dressed like that Sarah...you know what he's like!"

"Sorry mum, I just forgot, we only got dressed to go into town for the past month."

"You mean that you walked around your grandmother's villa dressed like that all the time?"

"No, we didn't bother getting dressed at all, not even to go down to the beach."

"What about the housekeeper?"

"She didn't seem to mind, I think Robin put her off her work a lot though, she couldn't take her eyes off of him...but then he is very buff at the moment and he turns brown very quickly."

"Well, keep a dressing gown handy, you don't want any friction with your father. What are you doing today, catching up with your friends?"

"No, they'll all be at work today...I'm going to catch up on my sleep, I didn't get any at all last night...I tried to keep Robin quiet but as soon as I told him that you'd be able to hear us he just went wild and didn't stop all night long."

I blushed and Sarah laughed at my obvious discomfort.

The next month was just one long sex marathon, it was summer so there was no football or training to occupy Robin and Sarah had decided not to take a job at all before starting at university so all she had to do was fuck and sleep and then fuck again.

Things settled down a lot after Sarah started university and the football season started. Robin didn't have sex on training days or the day before a match. I got used to the rhythm of Sarah and Robin's life together, sexual Olympics on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Robin trained on Wednesday's so they didn't have sex. He played football on Saturdays so no sex on Friday. On Saturday afternoon I didn't need to ask if Robin's team had won or lost, if he lost a match, sex would be quiet and over in minutes, it was a pity fuck from Sarah's point of view, Robin would be miserable after a loss and he wasn't really interested in sex but Sarah insisted on trying to lift his spirits. But if Robin's team won, even if his legs were hanging off, no matter how battered and bruised Robin was, the sex would last from three o'clock in the afternoon until the early hours of Sunday morning.

I had three years to get used to the rhythm of my daughter and son-in-law's life together and on my forty-second birthday I got a shock, I'd listened to Sarah and Robin's early morning fuck, had my breakfast and cooked Johnny's food, I'd placed it on the table at exactly nine o'clock and then I took the washing from the machine and hung it on the line in the back garden. I was surprised to see Johnny's breakfast was still on the table, it was the first time in twenty years that Johnny had been late for breakfast so I went up to his bedroom.

The house had been built as four cottages, the stair way from the first cottage had been used for the new house so the building had been split one quarter and three quarters but then an extension had been built to provide a larger living room on the ground floor and above that, Johnny had a bedroom with triple aspect windows and the two bedrooms from cottage number one had been turned into Johnny's bathroom and study. I was hesitant as I stood at the branch where the stairs split, to the left to my bedroom, Sarah's three room apartment, the family bathroom and the two guest bedrooms. I didn't usually turn to the right if Johnny was in his rooms, I always waited until he was out of the house before I cleaned his part of the house.

I took a deep breath and pressed on to the right fork. The doors to Johnny's study and bathroom were both open so I could see that he wasn't in either of those rooms, I knocked on his bedroom door and called his name. It sounded like he was sleeping, a kind of snoring. I'd been married to Johnny for twenty two years but in all that time I'd never actually heard him sleeping so I wasn't sure if he snored or not. I didn't get an answer from my knocking so I opened the door.

The room was in darkness and what I'd thought was a snore was a kind of bubbling as Johnny breathed in and out. I called his name again but there was no reaction so I turned the light on and went to his bedside. I shook him but again I got no reaction from him. there were beads of sweat on hi forehead and upper lip, his lips and the sides of his nose were blue and when I put my hand on his forehead he was cold to the touch.

I grabbed his phone from the bedside table and phoned the emergency services. I shouted Sarah and told her to get dressed quickly. I then phoned Johnny's priest, his parents, our family doctor and Johnny's eldest brother. Sarah took on door keeping duty, our doctor was the first to arrive and close on his heels was the priest. Father Flanagan started giving James his last rights as soon as he saw his condition. Doctor McGregor shook his head as soon as he saw Johnny's condition and he phoned the ambulance service to chivvy them on.

I was just in shock, Johnny had been fine when he went to bed, in the previous twenty years he hadn't had so much as a cold, I'd never seen him with so much as a sniffle before and all of a sudden, at just fifty-five years old, he was totally unresponsive. His mother took comfort that the priest was hovering over Johnny's bedside, he had his white cotton alb over his suit and his purple silk stole with its real gold thread embroidered crucifix at the bottom of each side.

Johnny didn't suffer for long, he'd suffered a stroke that was so massive that the doctor knew that there would be no coming back from its effect.

I was bewildered at the speed of things, at just how fast I went from being unconventional wife to conventional widow. The only positive point I could find in the whole issue was that Sarah had completed her final exams at university and had handed in her dissertation the week before.

Johnny went into our family mausoleum in the local churchyard. And the funeral was just short of a state occasion, the Bishop of Northampton performed the committal ceremony and the congregation at the funeral had fifty priests almost fighting to perform the funeral service instead of Father Flanagan.

Things moved on very fast, I couldn't say I was really in mourning for Johnny, we didn't really love each other, like I said before, unconventional wife. Sarah had earned a double first with honours from our small local university, no one would have found that exceptional but for the fact that her professor had sent a copy of her dissertation to one of his friends who was a professor at MIT in Massachusetts, America.

Sarah was offered a scholarship to MIT, three years all expenses paid to study for her PhD in Computer Forensics. Sarah was in turmoil, her father had passed away which had hit her really hard and as she was reeling from that blow she got the opportunity of a lifetime. Robin just said that Sarah would have to go to America, he had no doubt that she had to do it even though a minor problem over a music festival, a police officer and a tobacco substitute, had placed a black mark on Robin's permanent record and a bar on him ever visiting America.

Sarah was reluctant to go to America on her own but she could see the difference to her life that a PhD from MIT would make to her so in the end she went, leaving Robin living in her apartment in my house, she asked me if I could 'Look after!' Robin while she was away. The plan was for her to start the first semester at the beginning of September and return to Northampton for the Christmas holidays.

Between September and December nothing much really happened, I hardly saw Robin, he looked after his own needs in the apartment and I drifted around the rest of the house. In September, Sarah would Skype with Robin almost every night, by October it was twice a week and in November it was less than once a week. Sarah was due to fly out from Massachusetts on the eighteenth of December, on the seventeenth, I heard Robin talking to Sarah in his bedroom, I heard sobbing and then my phone rang, it was a phone call from Sarah.

"I'm sorry mum but I won't be coming home for Christmas, I've just told Robin that I've met someone else and I'm going to California to meet his parents...Robin's taken it really hard, can you comfort him for me, he really needs more than just a shoulder to cry on though..."

There wasn't much more of a conversation than that. I knocked on Robin's door and asked him if he was okay. I gave him a stiff drink and let him cry on my shoulder and before I knew what was happening we were in my bed. It was a whirlwind of epic proportions and as I lay in the dark listening to Robin breathing in and out next to me I reflected on what had happened. I knew every time Robin and Sarah had fucked in the three years that they had been married, in the summer it had been every day...well, every evening/night right up to Sarah leaving for America.

After Sarah left Robin had started football training so he would usually have had sex at least four days a week, more often five. Sarah had been gone for twelve weeks so Robin had missed out on fifty fucks or there about. What we'd just done would be about the equivalent of five hundred fucks with Johnny before he died...not that me and Johnny actually had anywhere close to fifty fucks in our married life together. I doubt that it was even just the equivalent of one good fuck with Sarah but it took his mind off of Sarah dumping him from three thousand two hundred and fifty miles away.

I was forty-five years old and practically a virgin, Robin was twenty three years old and used to sexual Olympics. I was still mulling things over, it was going to be very embarrassing in the morning, I wondered if I could Google the protocol for what to do the morning after a woman had slept with her son-in-law.

Robin stirred and started to roll towards the edge of the bed. I put my hand on his shoulder to let him know that I was still awake; he mumbled an apology and sat up in bed totally naked in the dark. I was also totally naked, the bedroom carpet was strewn with my clothes...or what was left of them after Robin ripped them from my body in his desperation to get at my body.

I'd never been naked with Johnny and I'd never seen him naked either...another aspect of our unconventional marriage.

"Hey, don't go slinking off to your own room like that, you just get right back into bed and stick it out until the morning, no matter how bad it was with me earlier."

Robin spun to face me, his sleeping cock started to inflate slowly, "It wasn't...earlier, it wasn't bad...I was...we were just drunk and I guessed that you probably didn't really want me to...well, you know!"

"When Sarah phoned me up and told me that she wasn't coming home, she told me to comfort you...I guessed that you needed what we did more than a cup of tea and a shoulder to cry on...I'll have a difficult job explaining things to my doctor in a few hours time when I go and ask him for the morning after pill...Sarah picked the worst possible time to break up with you...slap bang in the middle of my most fertile period."

"Can you...I mean...is it still possible, you know, for you to get pregnant at your age?"

"I'm not that far over the hill yet Robin, I'm still functioning on all cylinders."

Robin rolled back into bed, rolled back against me and eased me onto my back again before lifting his left knee over my right thigh, he forced my legs open, "Well, if the damage is already done...in for a penny and all that...I know that we can't actually claim..." he lifted his right knee in between my thighs and wriggled his hips to drop his fresh erection down the line of my vagina and he pushed his hips against mine and his cock slid into my still wet cunt, his cock pushing the semen he'd deposited an hour earlier deeper into my vagina. "...that we're drunk this time...but Sarah did tell you to take care of my needs...didn't she!"

I relaxed into our do-over, I lifted my knees, in our first session I'd just laid there and let Robin get everything out of his system, he'd spent two hours fucking me, spent two hours and given me ten orgasms, I only knew what happened to me because I'd read about it in a fantasy women's magazine where they always talked about women achieving orgasms. I'd never had one with Johnny before.

Lifting my knees had the effect of tilting my pelvic and the effect was instantaneous, I cracked off another orgasm and then as Robin performed push-ups into my body, I tried different changes to alter the effect, reach and pressure of his cock against my various internal working components.

Robin was like an energiser bunny, he'd taken on fresh batteries and was now working on a long term project, slowly building towards his own orgasm as he delivered pleasure to me. I hadn't realised in the three years that I'd listened to Robin fucking my daughter that he didn't cum very often. I'd listened to them fucking for up to eight hours at a stretch and during my night of passion with him I realised that Robin couldn't fuck for an hour after his own climax so as I'd heard them fucking nonstop for so long he hadn't had his own orgasm in all that time.

Our second session in the sack had started at five o'clock in the morning and at eight thirty he fired off his second salvo of beans into my belly, he'd had just two hours sleep in the past twenty-four hours but at eight-thirty, he blasted off, kissed me, thanked me for the fuck and started to get dressed.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I was going to be going to pick Sarah up from the airport but as that plan has changed...I'd better get off to work."

"You can't go to work without any breakfast in you."

"Won't be the first time..."

Robin ran off to work. I got up a little more leisurely, made breakfast for myself and then had an idea; I made two bacon sandwiches and wrapped them in aluminium foil. I dressed in a cream silk camisole top, no bra under it and blue jeans with white trainers on my feet. I drove over to Ron's workshop, I told Ron about Sarah dumping Robin and that I'd brought him something to eat, "I don't think he slept much last night, if he managed to sleep at all and he left this morning without even having a drink."

I found Robin working on a motor on a workbench; he was converting an old Triumph Spitfire TR-six engine to run on un-leaded petrol after the car's owner forgot the petrol additive and burned out his valve-guides. Robin's hands were covered in oil and grease so I stood there and fed him the sandwiches I'd made for him while he continued working on the motor.

I cooked dinner for Robin and myself, he came home from work and jumped into the shower in his apartment, I went to tell him that dinner was ready and he pulled me into the shower with him, I was naked and lost another set of clothes to Robin ripping them off of my body. Naked again with a man but this time, naked in the daylight.

It was certainly a new experience for me, sex three times in less than twenty-four hours and not sex the way I knew it, Olympic style sex. After the fuck in the shower we sat down to eat dinner in the family dining room, my phone rang. I could see from the screen that the call was coming in from America so I left Robin eating his dinner while I went out into the garden to talk to Sarah.

"Hi mum, how was Robin after I told him that I'd met someone else over here?"

"I did what you told me to and comforted him."

I heard Sarah giggle before she said, "How did he compare with dad?"

"Not the kind of discussion I intend to have with you darling."

"Well, look after him for me, Gus wants to come to England to meet you in the summer break, hopefully everything will be sorted out by then."

"So...tell me about Gus darling."

"Well, he's my sponsoring professor...he's older than me of course, he comes from a very old American settler family and I think he'll love you, if Robin's still with you by the summer...might be fun to swap, let Gus get to know you properly and I can give Robin one last screw to show him there's no hard feelings."

After listening to Sarah and Robin fucking for three years I didn't think that Sarah could possibly shock me anymore but her suggesting that when she brought her new boyfriend over in the summer, we could swap partners certainly did shock me and left me speechless.

"Mum, before I go, you'll find that Robin will go all night long and if you ever want to get any sleep you'll have to learn how to stop him and the only way you'll do it is to make him cum faster than he wants to. Or better still, set some rules, tell him when he can and can't have sex...I never did but then I was always ready for an all night long sex session." Sarah hung up the connection still laughing at my inability to speak.

I heard a noise from the other side of the garden fence, I looked towards the house that overlooked my back garden, old Mr Cooper was opening his bedroom window, "Hi Vicky, has Robin left to fetch Sarah from Heathrow airport yet?"

'There's something wrong with this picture!' Went through my head as I looked up at Mr Cooper's bedroom window and then it dawned on me, Robin had ripped my clothes off and dragged me into the shower with him and after sex, I'd put Sarah's old dressing gown on and now I was standing in the back garden semi naked and it was made worse by the fact that Mr Cooper was looking down at me from his bedroom and could see down into the neck of the dressing gown I was almost wearing.

I pulled myself together as well as the collar of Sarah's dressing gown to cover my cleavage from his view. I had to think quickly on my feet, "Sarah's too busy at University to come home for Christmas, she's stopping at school this holiday."

I found Robin washing the dishes when I returned to the kitchen and after he finished washing the dishes he dragged me off to bed again only this time, when he tried to get his cock into me it was painful, he'd screwed me so often that he'd rubbed the inside of my vagina raw and I had to stop him fucking me.

Robin was rampant and not in the slightest bit happy that I'd stopped him screwing me. I remembered Sarah saying that if I didn't want an Olympic lengthed sex session I'd have to get him off quicker than he would want to get off himself. I also remembered back to the women's magazines I'd read that tried to describe a woman's orgasm had also mentioned different ways that a woman could give her lover his pleasure without resorting to vaginal penetration. The dark option didn't interest me but I remembered things like hand relief, oral sex and using different parts of the body to rub against the male phallus...such as the breasts, the thigh, the foot, the elbow, or the armpits.

I offered to give Robin a hand, he wasn't totally happy but once my hand wrapped around his cock he soon got into his stride and fucked my hand for thirty minutes. It was the first time that I'd ever done anything like that and found it fascinating to see the changes in Robin's breathing and facial expressions as he closed in on his orgasm. He altered his position slightly at the end and his fountain splashed all over my breasts and neck so I had to return to the shower to clean myself off. I found myself giggling like a schoolgirl as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and saw Robin's yogurt all over my breasts.

Robin was sleeping by the time I returned to bed, I was tempted to revert to my past nature and put my nighty on, even to get into another bed in the house but I looked at Robin's naked body, his young, fit, toned and tanned, body and I slipped naked into my three-quarter bed behind Robin.

I knew that I'd be left alone the next day as it was a Wednesday and Robin didn't have sex on a Wednesday because of football training on Thursday so my body would have a chance to recover slightly.

Robin went to work as usual on Wednesday and I busied myself cleaning and washing, doing all the mundane things that used to occupy my life before...before I discovered just how delicious sex with a sex machine could be. I cooked a meal that was heavy in carbohydrates for Robin, in twenty-four hours time he would be training so hard that his body would need all the carbs it could get. After work he went to his own room and showered, I took the food up to his apartment's dining area wearing just a dressing gown, we ate together and then watched TV in the apartment. Robin sat on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. We kissed and cuddled all evening until nine o'clock when Robin needed to go to bed to rest before his very physical day ahead.

I'd expected to sleep in my own bed that night so Robin could get some sleep but when he pulled me into his bedroom with him I was really glad. All that kissing and cuddling had really turned me on and even though I knew that there would be no sex, it was still very nice to be pulled into bed with him.

"You look very sexy tonight."

His hands were exploring all over my naked body.

"I thought that sex was off the cards on a Wednesday!"

"It is for me but not for you...you gave me fun with your hands yesterday, if you're turned on...I could do the same for you."

I stopped him, I knew that he would send me to paradise with his fingers but I was still a little sore between my legs and his fingers were rough from his heavy engineering work. I remembered those damned magazines I'd lived my life vicariously through for so many years. One particular article had suggested that if your man wasn't in the mood for sex and you were...why not do a spot of D.I.Y. Not alone in secret but do it as much for his benefit as your own, put on a little performance for him...it may ignite his interest in taking over from you. I knew that Robin wouldn't risk using his vital energy performing sex the day before his training session so I didn't want him to take over but for the first time in my life I wanted to do something sexy and I wanted Robin to watch me do it.

I pushed his hands away and rolled away from him, it was far easier to do in his super-king bed than it would have been in my four foot wide, three-quarter bed. I started out massaging and palpating my own breasts, I was looking into his eyes, I saw his face shape change as he grinned at me and suddenly my nipples pushed against the palms of my hands as my excitement increased. I played with my breasts for fifteen minutes before widening out and sliding my hands down over my ribs to my stomach and abdomen.

I massaged my labia-major quite hard and took myself close to an orgasm. Robin twisted his body so that his ear was pressing against my upper thigh, his nose almost touching the back of my hand as he got so close to watch my pleasure grow and that very closeness increased my pleasure exponentially.

I'd never thought of doing anything like it before, I was just working on what I'd read in books and magazines to that point, I remembered yesterday and how exciting it had been to watch Robin climax and to feel his spunk splattering down over my body and now, with him watching me so closely I departed from what I'd read and invented a move of my own. My left hand stroked down from my breast to join my right hand between my legs, I used my left thumb and index finger to part my labia, opening my vagina wide for Robin to look in...

"You're really red down here!"

"I'm still sore." I panted, close...really close to my own end game.

"No, I can see your soreness but inside...deep inside the skin, you're flashing from coral pink to almost lipstick red, Sarah never got that red...no matter how excited she got."

I allowed my right index and middle fingers to rub either side of my clitoris down over my labia-minor and as I rubbed gently back and forth I tipped myself into a gentle orgasm. Robin pulled my legs wider open, "You're almost fire engine red inside now."

Robin pressed his own index finger and middle fingers on top of my own and he pressed my fingers harder down against my pussy and he closed my fingers together...trapping my clitoris between my fingers. It took just five rubs and I exploded. Not just an explosive orgasm but I also produced a fountain that washed over Robin's face and neck.

I was horrified...I'd just totally lost control of my bladder and pissed all over Robin's face. He burst out laughing at my facial expression.

We had to shower, sex was messy but masturbation was even messier.

After the shower Robin stripped off his bottom sheet and sheepskin mattress protector, the mattress was still wrapped in the plastic sheet that it had been wrapped in when he and Sarah got married and furnished their apartment, the plastic bag had obviously saved the mattress from many stains over the three years and especially my piss stain from a few minutes earlier. Robin had four clean, sheepskin mattress covers in the bottom of the wardrobe as well as a half dozen clean bottom sheets as well.

Robin seemed very adept at changing out his massive bed on his own while I watched on drying myself. We clambered back into bed, Robin kissed me goodnight and he turned his back on me but only after he'd gripped my wrist and pulled my arm over his side so that my hips were pressing against his buttocks and my tits against his shoulder blades.

I checked the time, it was a quarter to ten, my performance and clean up, including changing the bed, had lasted just forty-five minutes. I closed my eyes and suddenly there was the sound of knocking and, "Victoria...are you there?"

My eyes snapped open, I shook Robin and whispered, "It's Ron, he's knocking on my bedroom door!"

Robin shook himself awake, "Give me a minute..." he kissed me and pulled his overalls on, he was totally naked under his overalls. Robin walked through his living area and then out into the passageway. I heard him bang really hard on my bedroom door twice, "Mum...mum, wake up, Ron's here to see you. I'll put the kettle on for you."

I heard Ron and Robin walking along the passageway towards the stairs talking to each other.

I felt a sudden pang of guilt, in the three years that Robin and Sarah had been married he had never once called me mum and after three days of sex together it came as a shock to hear him calling me mum through my empty bedroom door as I lay naked in his bed.

As soon as I heard that they were on the stairs I ran from Robin's bed, through to my own bedroom and pulled my nighty and dressing gown on. I joined them in the kitchen, I offered Ron and Robin breakfast, Ron had already had his breakfast so I just cooked for Robin and myself. Ron had called so early in the morning because one of his retired staff, his old herds-woman Jenny Gamble, had a hospital appointment in Cambridge...Jenny's daughter had arranged to come up from London by train to take Jenny to the hospital but a family crises had popped up keeping her in London.

"Jenny's really worried about being alone with an Asian or African doctor and that she won't understand what the doctor is saying to her or that she won't remember what he tells her so she needs a chaperone and I was hoping that you'd go with her for me."

Ron and Robin walked out of the house together while I got dressed.

Well, I have to say that my new sex life with Robin had helped me to get over the shock of seeing naked bodies; I had to help Jenny to get stripped off and into a backless gown to be examined in. I had to keep a close eye on the doctor as he poked and prodded Jenny. It could have been much worse though, it turned out to be more inflammation than anything more serious but it took the whole day. I was back in town at seven o'clock in the evening and I parked my car and instead of going into home I sauntered over to the football club to watch the guys training.

I hadn't really thought about what I was doing or the way I was dressed but as I walked past the line of football pitches I got a hundred wolf-whistles from the young men training hard to impress the trainers and try to get a place on the various teams that would play the following Saturday.

"Hey Robin...mummy's come to walk you home."

There was a park bench at the side of one of the pitches that I sat on to watch the boys running back and forth up and down the pitch. The trainers made the players run circuits of the field for forty minutes and then, when they were tired out, they were made to play a fifteen minute match. The club was very popular and there were thirty men fighting for one of the eleven places on the team or, failing that, one of the three substitute's places so the training session was actually more fiercely fought than an actual football match would be.

After the training session I walked home with Robin, as soon as we were out of sight of the training ground Robin wrapped his arm around my back and we walked along like young lovers all the way home. Robin hadn't showered at the training session so once we got home he slipped into the bath. I stood looking on as Robin started to wash the mud off of his battered and bruised limbs.

I helped him to wash his hair, I expected him to try and pull me into the bath tub with him but he was too knackered to try anything like that, knackered as well as battered. While he dried himself off I did him a snack which he ate in bed while I undressed and even though I was uninvited, I snuggled into bed at his side.

"I'd really love to fuck you tonight but I don't think I could manage it at the moment."

"What did Sarah do for you on a Thursday evening after a hard training session?"

I saw his mouth curl into a smile, "Thursday night's were always blow-job nights."

"You mean oral sex?"

He nodded his head. I'd read the good oral sex guide in my woman's magazines, so I knew the basics of how to give 'Head'. the term used in the magazines, 'He will want more but my advice is to take only the head of the male phallus into your mouth and use your hand on the remaining portion to bring him his pleasure. When he gets overly excited he will tend to push the bounds and if you keep to only allowing access to his head in your mouth you'll be able to move before any damage can occur. Many women ignoring this advice find themselves being sick and suffering from sore throats at the crucial moment.'

I didn't know for sure how good the advice from the magazine would be in real life so I asked Robin how he wanted me to suck his cock. Robin was true to the magazine's prediction, he wanted more than just his cock head in my mouth but as it was my first time and he did cause me to gag badly as he introduced his cockhead to my uvula and after that he backed off and I nestled my lips in the groove between his foreskin and the underside of his mushroom head and as I sucked, used my tongue to lick over his crown and rubbed my fist up and down his shaft.

As I worked diligently at getting Robin off with my mouth I was trying to remember the last and final warning from the magazine article but wracking my brain as much as I could the warning wouldn't come to mind...the warning wouldn't cum but Robin suddenly did, he moved his hands to the back of my head, he pressed down as his hips lifted up, his breathing changed to warn me how close he was but he boiled over just a fraction of a second later. His cockhead crashed into my uvula at the exact moment that he exploded, sealing the union of his cock with my throat as his semen fired out.

'DISGUSTING!'

That final warning that had eluded me as I worked on his cock came flooding into my head...mainly through my mouth, 'It has to be said that the novice to this act can find the initial taste of semen very disturbing and although, in time and with practice the taste may become more palatable, many women never allow a man to end in their mouths after their first taste.'

I ran from the bedroom to Robin's kitchen and washed my mouth out before drinking a gallon of water. I returned to Robin's bed to find him laughing his head off.

"Well, you're certainly nothing like Sarah, she loves drinking gallons of cum, she'd rather take my spunk in her mouth than have the mess of it in her fanny or on her tits...mind you, she was doing that for all boys around here before we married and she's done most of the football team since we married as well."

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